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The conflictions of strong emotions,
heart felt in their destruction.
Corrupting an open mind to distraction,
as slow the decline will quicken, to eruption.
The corruption forces the pain,
hate feeds the aggression.
The need to hold it down,
The lost love to be found.
O the war inside takes me down,
what is left to be found?
The injection of false devotion,
head-strong in their suggestion.
Pushing a heart to rejection,
as strong the fire will burn, to extinction.
The malice will force the rage,
hate breeds the regression.
The need to keep it all in,
the lost peace to somehow begin.
The struggle within grows ever stronger,
conflicting emotions battle ever harder.
O the war inside takes me down,
deeper, forever,
down...
(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa